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Late spring and April.
Chu Huan sat on a piece of bluestone beside the peach blossom forest, staring at the white boy who was dancing sword in the forest, and his eyes unconsciously showed some addiction.
At that time, the peach blossom was dying, and countless crimson petals were forced to leave the branches, falling under the sharp sword wind, reflecting the slender figure of the teenager and the sword light in his hand, which looked like a beautiful afterimage.
So ChuHuan looked at young eyes more and more deep, what seems to be the next big decision. But the teenager has no idea, and will still concentrate on the sword in his hand, turning a Gu Jian with Leng Yan luster into a star. Not only is his style light and agile, but his posture is also indescribable elegance, and he looks more beautiful around him.
After practicing the last style, the teenager closed his sword and turned to look at Chu Huan. With a simple smile, he said, "Adoptive father, am I good at practicing this sword?"
Looking at his clear eyes and smiling face comparable to peach blossoms, Chu Huan couldn't help but feel slightly absent, and immediately reacted and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Sunseeker, your swordsmanship has been completely passed down by your adoptive father. It seems that killing your enemy is just around the corner. "
When Yan Xi, a teenager, heard this, his face lit up and said, "Really?"
Chuhuan held out his hand and lovingly stroked Yan Sunseeker's shoulder. ...
It should be the whole book.